Wave upon wave like a sea’s green shallows
Breathing below.
Or perhaps his own high hopes had made
The wizened look tall.
Walking in the fields taking photos for the “Today” challenge, I suddenly saw the “waves” and the “sea’s green shallows”, and realised I’d never seen it like that before. Is it perhaps the value of poetry, that it lets you see things differently?
the first pic is amazing…..
Thank-you.
your welcome!
Oh those little barley arrows I used to throw when I was a child! lovely!
I’m glad it stirs some fond memories.
Beautiful
Thanks.